NEW: K, I said I would eventually come back after i cleaned it up, and I actually did!, know what else, I like it……
Ok, more homework junk, seems all I have time for lately, but thats college I suppose. 1000 words, WARNING this is the draft, not likely, but maybe I will come back and edit and clean this up, cuz I sure their is a whole colony of follies in here. (bet you never heard that rhyme)
Somewhere, in an undistinguishable part of the universe, within an incomprehensibly massive speck of estate, where space, time, and all the forces of energy form pieces to the same puzzle. On the outskirts of what is known as the Virgo Super Cluster among a million gleaming lights, each light—a world of worlds. Spanning measurements yet to be named or comprehended, billions of lights rain like dust from a shelf of an old barn in the low morning sun. Each, its own galaxy, infinite stretches of space- teeming with billions of stars. Deep, in this super world, a place not unlike others, one of trillions-fold- exists a swirling pool of three hundred billon stars, it is a galaxy called the Milky Way.
On a cool summer night in a small the field the breeze dews the ground still warm from the day’s sun. In an undistinguishable hamlet, distant from the hum of the highway, hundreds of beetles glow as they bobble in the air scented with the aroma of fresh cut grass. Each bug a spot of pale green light in a vast black open field. A boy lying with his arm-fold pillow and his back to the world, stares to the sky with wide eyes. He is young, maybe the age when girls emerge into existence for the first time. It’s the time in this boy’s life when he begins to see the big things in life, the way they really are. Lying there in the grass watching his favorite event of the year, he counts the meteors as they burn stripes in the sky. “11…12,13….15,…16….” They streaked with violent speed, each one a habitual surprise. Arden’s friends where camping in backyards of parent’s house or maybe teasing the girls at the roller rink and practicing making fools of themselves; so later in life those girls can make fools of them some more. He doesn’t know why he fritters his summer nights alone under the sky. Before this moment he never gave it much thought. It was just something he did.
Eight billion years ago, in a minor spoke in the wheel of the Milky Way know as Orion’s Arm, a star was born. Inside a cluster of stars and systems orbiting 26,000 light years from the center of the galaxy, a hundred and nine times the size of Earth, a mediocre star, our Sun once was crowned the center of the universe. Our solar system wielding massive planets like shot from a sling, a child’s toy. Just one tiny star among the known universe, it does not equate to a single grain of sand on the biggest beach. In the sun’s crowded neighborhood, four and half light years away is right next door to our closest three stars Alpha Centuri, that is so far enough from Earth’s little world, the three outrageously enormous burning orbs are a collective shiny point in the wide night sky.
Among the fireflies, Arden gasps at the sheer space of the huge empty field. The tree line in the distance that marks the frontier beyond his grandfather’s farm is visible, only by the absence of the stars covered by the tallest trees. He felt he could see forever as his eyes scanned the barren earth, watching hundreds of tiny bursts of a green-yellow trail in awkward trajectories, then disappear. The land is void, and it brings to him, an odd sense of comfort. On nights such as this one, he could stare into the midnight air and pretend he felt the gravity of those dominating constellations in the sky, pulling him closer and the earth following. Arden pays special attention to Orion the hunter, Virgo the just and pure goddess and his favorite, Peruses the fierce Hero of ancient Greece; who guards the spot where he watches the shooting stars rip through the air.
He envied the shooting stars. To him they were so wise to have understanding of the vastness of space. Arden’s thoughts wander playfully, ‘they might be powerful souls that have experienced the universe under the watchful protection of all the heroes and goddesses.’ He wanted the freedom beyond imagination that they have been granted. His boy mind wondered if it was because they became satisfied with existence after a millennia of touring belts and systems thousands of light years wide, that the flying stars return to Earth or some other world by choice, to die so they may give back light that had been given to them by the cosmos. He imagined meteors embracing their end, dying to grant the wish of another.
Thick cool air fills Arden’s chest, he feels ready. Gravity reverses for Arden and he falls to the sky. He leaps, pushing off of nothing, zooms around, up, and over the fireflies, watching himself soaring around the field without limits. The rush of flight vivifies his heart. He turned toward the sky and with the celerity of all his comic book heroes, in that explosive moment he left his world behind. The moon’s blue speckled grey body was his first mile marker. To him it looked like a ghost, a dead soul forgotten in Earth’s attic. Traveling faster and faster he became a burning white light roaring past the sister planets as if they were meteors themselves, they streaked from his view faster than his imagination would allow. Unable to keep up, his imagination had fallen behind, forgotten in Earth’s attic. The shear speed of space travel shook his ear drums and he could feel them tremble; but he was surrounded by the white silence of space. Globes with familiar spots and halos flew behind him from all directions. Gaining speed still, the welcoming rays of the sun died as the bright burning globe joined the veil of white and yellow specks. The stars began to shift from their anchored place in the universe. The first grew as it approaches and he rockets past. Next a whole system, awesome in size, a candescent orange sun, its tiny children, some blue, some red, he passes with only time for a glimpse. And then another, as his velocity exploded, and the bright stars fell like single drops of water beads from a black ceiling. Flying across the boy’s peripheral view of the galaxy, “11…12,13….15,…16….” they streaked with violent speed. Until he sees all stars sinking into a single radiant swirling pool. An embryonic hole of light, space and time; pulling in and swallowing its own children was now just one- with millions like it. Arden flew across the universe until galaxies faded to tiny stars themselves.
And for the first time the boy understood that odd sense of comfort. Deep in the stretches of nothing he could still feel the hero Purseus, guarding his voyage.
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